DRY LIGHTNING CRACKS ACROSS THE SKIES | GATHERING CHATTER

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕A cool breeze swept through the Fourtrees clearing, disturbing the leaf litter that had fallen in a nighttime storm several nights ago. The moon shown brightly in the sky, illuminating the path for its monthly visitors. Somewhere nearby, a frog could be heard croaking, and the cicadas could be heard chirping. The smell of the clans was faint, but not for much longer. Soon, the sacred area would be bustling with life. The sky was perfectly clear...despite what was going on in Thunderclan's camp.

Orbs of green stare upwards at the night sky. The gathering was tonight. Skyclaw had already declared that they would not be going, and so far that was the most sensible thing she had heard come from the nsane tyrant's maw. If the other clans saw them in this state, it would only open up opportunities for an attack. They were weak right now, so it was for the best that nobody else knew. It was bad enough that Moonbeam knew about the murders...she was thankful that Riverclan's Medicine Cat hadn't been there to see Howlingstar struck down. Flamewhisker closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, her gaze flickered to the brightest star in the silver pelt. Howlingstar. There was no doubt in her mind that their beloved leader was watching them tonight, her heart aching for her clan. "I'm so sorry." Her voice was merely but a whisper as she apologized to the stars before turning around and heading back into the warriors den, her head hanging in defeat.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc. thunderclan is not present tonight
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 35 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[MIRESTAR]

Fourtrees loom on the horizon as ShadowClan emerges from their protective marshlands, over the Thunderpath, and straight into the fray. Mirepurr's pace is set to slow to avoid tripping over something and making a fool of themselves day one — their focus is rather divided after all, with their head thrown back to stare up at the night sky. Their eyes move from one star to the next; which one is Chilledstar, they wonder? Are they satisfied with Smogstar's choice of deputy? Stars, Mirepurr really hopes so.

Whatever the case might be, the reveal happens tonight. Mirepurr keeps glancing towards their Clanmates even as they break away and approach the roots; the place where deputies sit, right under the paws of their leaders. They can't help but feel a bit out of place... but with experience, perhaps that will smooth itself out.

They are not eager to meet the surprise of other deputies' faces... but that particular knot in their stomach pauses in its torture of them when they see a lack of Flamewhisker. It is not too out of place to expect ThunderClan to arrive first, with how close they are to Fourtrees. Mirepurr cranes their neck to look over the gathering crowds, and sees one Clan missing so far. "Looks like ThunderClan is late." Their whiskers twitch as they look over to Plumpaw. "Any particular Clan you want to get to know the most?"

Talking to @plumpaw, open to any and all interactions!

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[Pinefrost]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinepaw keeps close to Iciclefang throughout the entire trek towards the four-tree's, trying to keep her gaze from hitching on every unseen branch and stone. When RiverClan finally does arrive, Pinepaw spills into the clearing with her chest puffed and jaw fastened shut. There was no way she'd be caught gawking like some kit.

Besides, these were all strangers to her, fresh canvases to leave a cool, confident impression on. It's all in her eyes though, the apprehensive glances, how they were stretched wide with wonder and eagerness. Naturally, Pinepaw looks to her mother first, attempting to gauge any sort of tell from the quieter warrior before she cannot suppress the urge to say something any longer, catching a scent she hadn't been introduced to quite yet. It was more bitter than the other clans had been, thick. "Is that ShadowClan? Ov'there?" Pinepaw moves on, scanning the rest of the crowd. The tip of her tail twitches restlessly.

"Are any of'e leaders here yet?" Pinepaw can't wait to see them, truly. In the back of her mind, the young apprentice couldn't help but wonder what they'd all look like standing together, representatives of their respective Clan. Was ShadowClans leader was dark and sketchy lookin'? ThunderClans leader dark brown like their soil and muscular like a trees roots? SkyClan white and plush… WindClan thin and golden… Pinepaw keeps her pupils on the move and her paws mirrored with her mothers.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

• interacting w/ @iciclefang
  

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ It is the first time in months that she has set foot in this clearing. As she guides her clanmates into the gathering, Scorchstreak casts a glance to her leader—she had refused to come to the last one. Does he resent her for making him bear the suspicions of the other clans alone? Does he resent her for leaving him to fend for himself, again and again? He has lost, what, three lives under her watch… she has failed him many times over. If he feels any disdain, he must hide it well, because there is no curl of his lip when he speaks to her, no baring of fangs that could rip her to shreds if he wished. The calico turns her attention away from the rosetted tom, returning her focus to the other cats around them.

Normally, she would stride into a gathering with pride, dappled tail flickering at her apprentice's side; tonight there is no Pinkshine at her side, and no Bilberrypaw either. Now, she stalks at the head of her clan, but she wishes that she didn't have an empty space awaiting her nearby Sunstar. She wishes that she could slip into the dark outskirts of the clearing, pawsteps bleeding into shadow as she watches over WindClan without interference.

But the reality is that she must depart from the side of her clanmates, so she turns back to look across the small group that has been allowed to come. "All of you, cause no problems. Use discretion when speaking of our circumstances—Sunstar will make the announcement when he is ready." With that stated, Scorchstreak turns and begins to head to her place beside the other deputies. Flamewhisker is not present, which is a disappointment, but a new face sits among them. She dips her head to Mirepurr, "Smogstar made his choice, then?" She will hold her congratulations until she is certain that they are not simply a stand-in. Until she is certain that they deserve to be congratulated.

every love that i touch ☽♰☾ falls to ruin

• ooc: talking to @mirepurr but open to other interactions
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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and stern, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[shellpool]

she intends to stick close to pinepaw, skipping at her side as they set out from camp that night. she'd like to think that she'd show her around, at least a little . . realizes embarrassingly late that, well, she had a mentor for that. a mentor that did not part her side and scale highrocks ; that despite how sharper, bright - eyed and strong the tortoiseshell looked, shellpaw still wanted to be there! to see her friends reactions, to the great trees and the mighty rocks and the overwhelming smells of clanners mingling amidst themself . . it was a special night, after all. despite it, she is lagging behind as the girl trots off with her mother, firing questions as shellpaw gives her own mentor a customary knock to the shoulder with the soft of her lilac - ribboned skull, watching with a little whine of alarm as the ivory tip of the duo's tails disappear into the crowd.

fish-guts, she thinks, and then lowers her ears because she didn't mean that.

with a wispy, divided goodbye to her mother, she noses into the tangle of legs and tails with a usual symphony of oops, sorry, excuse me . .s that go mostly unheard. shellpaw sniffs, lowers her head to smell the calm of decorative petals woven through the frosted curls of her chest. she gets briefly entangled in the rush of strangers, of near - misses that has her sweeping her tail close to the gaunt of her side and her head swimming until finally, blessedly . . are any of the leaders here yet? a whirl around and there she is, prompting the riverclan apprentice to gust a sigh of relief and scuttle half - crouched towards the mottled duo, " i thought i lost you! " she wheezes as she approaches to brush against the girls side, giving iciclefang a polite blink of greeting and courtesy sniff of ever - running nose. her words ring in short ears, rheumy eyes drifting about the bustling clearing, " um . . noh, i don't think they are . . "

in fact . . " i don't even think thun — thunderclan is here yet. "

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

• i. trailing after @Pinepaw ⭒ but open for interacts!
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• SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

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[Gigglepaw]

It's her first every Gathering, and Gigglepaw had taken the time to make herself look as presentable as possible for the night ahead of her. Fur smoothed down with a careful tongue, eyes bright and glittering (and blinking, as always), Gigglepaw walked aside Forestshade with a new air about her. She was more mature now, more refined than she had been only a moon ago when she had been a kit, and she wondered if her brothers had had the same thought as her - they were with her now, too, in the group of ShadowClanners arriving at the Fourtrees. Part of her wanted to stay by her mentor and brothers' sides, but another, more loud part of the girl was desperate to interact with other Clanners, to discover the differences between herself and others her age.

"I'm gonna look around, okay?" Gigglepaw whispered to Morelpaw and Branchpaw, before looking to Forestshade for approval. Her mentor was one of the cats she didn't want to disappoint tonight, Smogstar just ahead of her, and once she'd received permission, Gigglepaw bounded off, not stopping to wait up for her brothers. She was sure they were just as curious as she was, or they had made up their own minds about how they would be spending the night. This is what freedom was all about, after all - the choices in front of her were only as endless as her imagination, and she'd never been short for that.

There are an abundance of scents permeating the air, and Gigglepaw isn't sure she can alight on just one - forest, river, moors, swamp - they all blend together into one cacophony of smell, and Gigglepaw's nose is twitching just as much as her eyes are blinking as she takes in everything and everyone around her. She picks a direction and walks, letting her paws guide her to wherever she's going to end up - and that leads her straight to the shuddering voice of another cat who seems around her age, if a bit... unwell. Gigglepaw was pretty sure that sick cats weren't supposed to go to the Gathering, for their own health and probably for others - Marblepaw would know for sure, - but the girl in front of her was sniffling like she had a cold.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Gigglepaw said, a bit too loud, interrupting whatever conversation the girl had been having before Gigglepaw's untimely arrival. "You're all sniffly an' all..." She takes a deep breath, trying to hone in on one smell - she doesn't smell any sickness, but she is pleasantly surprised by the wafting aroma of salt. "Wait... are you from RiverClan? I thought you all would smell more fishy than you do." Needledrift might have taught her to mind her manners, but Ferndance had just as equally contributed in Gigglepaw's upbringing that the girl didn't seem to know how to hold her tongue.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• ! interacting with @shellpaw

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• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[cloudywhisker]

𓆝 . ° ✦Already at his second gathering, what a treat! The tabby-patched apprentice bounced his way in. The adjustment period had passed for him, he was merely happy to be around. Though he was still confused by most of it. He gave Doeblaze an affectionate nudge and meowed, "See you later! I'll be careful," and trotted off to find some other apprentices to chat with. He'd filled out considerably since joining SkyClan, ribs no longer showing, pelt sleek. (Though still shedding like a beast, not that that was any different than normal.)

He weaved through a group, a small 'excuse me' parting his jaws before continuing his search. He was determined to talk to someone from another clan. He was so curious of the differences between SkyClan and all the others.

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ooc Information

• ooc: Mentor tag @DOEBLAZE and is open for interacts!
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  MICA — HE/THEY ･ 8 MOONS ･ APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  lanky and tall light brown tabby with high white and green eyes. Big ol' himbo.

 

[HAWKSPINE]

Hawkspine's head is on a swivel tonight. The Gathering is usually overwhelming to some degree, but the added pressure of representing SkyClan's new warriors has him all nervous and trembly. To make it worse, Howlfire hadn't been chosen to go this moon; it really is a test for her kits, to navigate this on their own. Hawkspine's tail twitches, uncomfortable. It's the first time in his life he hasn't had his mother for company, and he misses her. Perhaps selfishly, though, he wonders if this is his first big leap as warrior. Maybe he'll even see Howlingstar tonight! That would be nice.

Unfortunately, during one turn of his muzzle, a step forward sends the torbie colliding with a stranger. He registers an unfamiliar, musty scent - oh, that has to be ShadowClan, right? - and long fur fluffs up defensively.

"Sorry!" He squeaks, ears folding in apology.

// bumped into @Maggotfur. , open to interactions​

 

[MIRESTAR]

It's not like Mirepurr thought they would manage to turn invisible the moment they stepped into the clearing of Fourtrees... despite how unassuming they deem themself to be, they know very well of a deputy's importance, even to the other Clans. While rightful leaders glint in the moonlight, up above and on those strong branches, it's good to get a hunch for the future — to see their successors with your own eyes and come to conclusions that way.

Still. They had thought- no, simply hoped, they would manage to remain unseen a little bit longer. Scorchstreak turns her attention on them, and they feel like a deer caught in headlights. She is just as short as they are, but even the wiriness that comes with life spent underground does not minimize her intimidation factor. Her body is as adorned with scars as it is with swirling stripes. Mirepurr is painfully aware of the now-haled scratches on their face; small ones, courtesy of night-time fright instead of fierce battle. The differences between the two of them might rival the width of the Gorge itself.

"Greetings," they say before anything else, the respectful dip of their head successfully hiding that clumsy wobble in their sheepish smile. "That he did. It's... a privilege to sit amongst all of you tonight." Mirepurr stops to consider. Well... not all. The correction does not sit atop their lips. It would be most unsightly to stumble over their own words as a first impression. How is this harder than assigning patrols?

They regard Scorchstreak then, finally deeming the moment appropriate enough for a breather. "You haven't attended the Gathering the last few times, if I'm correct. I hope everything is in order now?" They must be, if she's here... but then again, WindClan has a way of appearing tough even despite the worst tragedies. Everyone is wary of them; for good reason, some might say, but Mirepurr prefers optimism. Smogstar's next set of decisions going forward would be interesting — Mirepurr knows full well the dance of politics he played with Sootstar.

@SCORCHSTREAK

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[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ The tom has only been to one gathering before, as far as he can remember. It feels a bit like mockery, to have missed the gathering where his warrior name was announced, but to still be invited to come along to the gathering where his nemesis' new apprentice will be announced. His eye drifts to Cicadaflight for the briefest moment, hardly a heartbeat passing before he averts his gaze once more. The other tom—younger, yet more experienced, more praised by their leader—walks with his excitable apprentice at his side. Sandpelt has to battle down the jealousy that stirs in his chest. He'll get his own apprentice someday, he knows. It's an honor that Lichenstar clearly doesn't think he's earned yet, seeing how she's carefully avoided assigning him a younger clanmate to train. He just needs to be patient. He needs to wait, and he needs to do something to earn the privilege. (And he needs to stop looking over there, stars damn it.)

His yellow eye shifts across the rest of the clearing, looking over strangers from other clans with silent scrutiny. The lack of ThunderClanners in the clearing is surprising, but not unpleasant. If Sandpelt never has to see another land-thieving ThunderClanner for as long as he lives, then he'll be satisfied. There isn't anything he has to say to any of the forest-dwellers, anyway. With a sweep of his silky-furred tail, the warrior takes a seat a comfortable distance away from the other cats in the clearing, opting instead to simply observe as others converse.

drown in the water 𓇢𓆸 burn in the fire

• ooc: open to interactions !
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• SANDPELT ❯❯ he/him, warrior of riverclan
  ❀ pretty, silky-furred tan tortoiseshell with one yellow eye. calm and hardworking, but can become snappy if angered.
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❀ penned by foxlore

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 His training has been tiring so far, but even the exhaustion that tugs at heavy eyelids can't stop Crabpaw from growing excited all over again as he and his new mentor walk into the gathering side by side. He lags a bit behind Cicadaflight's pace, but his white-spotted tail flickers back and forth like the wagging tail of an overeager pup. All across the clearing, unnamed cats from all clans talk to each other, and any restraint that the boy had shown dissolves. He spots a tall tabby-striped cat, one who he doesn't really recognize, but he bounds up to them anyway.

"Hey… wait up, wait up!" He can't quite keep up with the other's pace, so the boy breaks into a halfhearted run at the stranger's side. He doesn't wait for a response and instead continues on, "Hi! I'm Crabpaw. I just got made an apprentice! And that's my mentor, Cicadaflight, he's really cool…" Stars practically twinkle in his eyes as he turns to gesture in the direction of the older tom. With split skin parting to expose his teeth along the side of his face, more scars crawling across his snow-and-shadow form, the warrior sure looks intimidating. And he is intimidating. Crabpaw is kind of surprised that he hasn't earned a cuff over the ear for something yet.

i will sail ˚𓆛˚｡ reach the other side

• ooc: mentor tag @CICADAFLIGHT, interacting with @cloudypaw~
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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[scalejaw]

★ Gatherings. She hasn't been in a moment- being housed up from the near-fatal badger attack, her apprentice now a warrior without her final tutelage, and Shadowclan ever moving like the shadows that pass day by day, she missed out on quite a bit. As she approaches the gathering with these thoughts in her mind, orange eyes like glowering coals sweep the clearing. Windclan, Riverclan, Skyclan, themselves- no Thunderclan. No familiar tabby pelt of Howlingstar.

From where she pauses, her eyes skip towards the rest of Shadowclan, affixing to Smogstar- a silent wonder if he has noticed the same thing, before she continues into the gathering space. A long slow breath leaves the older warrior as she stalks into a corner of the gathering space. She doesn't always enjoy the conversation here. Being friendly with supposed enemy clans was never her favorite. Ah, well. At least she'd get to hear the news on the spot, and not gossip or rumor of it instead.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // pre-planned interaction with @DOEBLAZE, looking at @smogstar briefly. not nessecarily closed for other interaction, though!

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty three moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Gatherings, it would not be his first time attending one but, it would be the first as a warrior which felt odd in it of itself, to no be next to his mentor while the chatter began around them. Taking a deep breath the warrior moved within the crowd, yellow eyes flicking across the gathering cats before noting that thunderclan was awfully late. The clan that normally was here sprouting their words on honor or whatever, not here? Odd. With a soft snort he began to work his way around to find an empty clearing while the overwhelming scents of other clans filled his nose. Hopefully he will not have to go to another gathering for a long time after this, but he would not be down for idle chit chat with the other clans, or to puff his chest out with pride as he tells his new name to others who once had known the boy as 'snowpaw.'

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[shellpool]

are you okay? short ears prick, a paw lifting instinctively to rub at ever - running nose when rheumy eyes shift — she can smell the marsh, clinging to lilac braided pelt just beneath the mottled everything - smell that permeated the clustered clearing. she does not recognize this molly, but her fur is long and glossy and her meadowgreen eyes bat erratically, a flutterbeat stuttering of long, dark lashes. she does not know it's involuntary ; giggles a bit behind the ivory capped paw that nudged dry her frosted muzzle, strawberry luminaries squinting good - naturedly. you're all sniffly and all . . " im alright. " heavy exhale, ribs pressing through sleek lotus - woven curls at her side. it's not the first time she'd been asked if she was okay — not that she minded all that much.

moonbeam said she was okay, so she must be. her cold was just kind of . . forever. she'd never been rid of it. she thinks only briefly of how to continue, for the girl with fairy - flutter eyes charges forward. said she thought she'd smell fishier, and shellpaw mused briefly on whether catfishleap or hazecloud would have been offended by that. she certainly wasn't ; in fact, she only titters a breathy laugh and tucks her chin against the fluff of her chest, " yeah. " bashful, she wraps the plush of her tail around little paws ; the tip twitches playfully, " thank you, um . . i think. cicadaflight says swimming, it's like, like a bath you don't have to do yourself. . " so they all smelled pretty good, she liked to think. the drying flower petals in her coat from pre - gathering decoration certainly didn't hurt, either.

still, she assumes this was some attempt at a compliment. flexing her paws, she thinks it would be only polite to respond in kind . . and the girl hadn't stopped yet, so maybe she wanted shellpaw to say something. a soft smile finds her lilac - cracked maw, " i . . like your pretty blinking eyes. " and she did ; even batting quick as they did, they shone, glinting like dewed leaves in the steely moonlight.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

• i. interacting with @Gigglepaw omg
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• SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

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[Ternstar.]

WONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
TOUCH AND FEEL SOMETHING​

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maggotfur ♛ 21 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan queen ​

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Has walking always been this had?

Brows furrow as Maggotfur hobbles along - unwavering in her determination to make it to this star-forsaken gathering SIts no ones fault but her own of course, she'd fought tooth and claw to be here - she's not invalid after all. But the ache in her lungs is tedious, and paws throb from the added weight she nows carries.

For a moment, she almost wishes she could be back at camp - perhaps convince Wormwatcher to share gossip with her instead. Almost.

Triumph lights in blue eyes as she sits heavily upon the ground, steadfastly ignoring any looks she gets - she refuses to move, no matter how politely some mousebrain asks. This is her spot now. Unfortunately, the cat who finds her seems to lack ees - or maybe just a brain - a quiet hiss of irritation slipping from her maw as head whips to stare at the tom who has just walked into her. " Tch, "

The skyclanner - for surely, no other clan could reek so much of to-legs and forest - is quick to apologize, and it's only tis that soothes her frayed nerves. " Just.... watch where you are going next time, " she says tiredly, giving another slow blink.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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M O N S T E R , - H O W - S H O U L D - I - F E E L - ?

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// interacting with @HAWKSPINE but open to other interactions

 

[DogTeeth]

𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈 ♬

Under the truce of the moon, Dogteeth was openly kind even to the enemy. Peering with a squint through his long lashes and beaming smile that showed pearly fisherman spears. He's drawn to a bright white pelt and the smell of swampy terrain. Seeing the Shadowclanner seated alone, Dogteeth settles near Snowlark with a polite smile.

" you look mean, but I bet you're nice. " he wagers aloud, a friendly grin on his clawed muzzle as he eases down on his damp blonde tail. " Sorry if that's rude " he adds, considering the possibilities.

" Wait… Thunderclan isn't here… hmmm… " his brows pinch, with Riverclan's latest arrangement with their medicine cats what did that mean?

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⛦ OOC INFORMATION REFERENCE ⛦

• — interacting with @Snowlark. open to other interacts!
• — Dogteeth PINTEREST
  — twenty-eight moons
  — VOICE & ACCENT
  — warrior of Riverclan
  — gay | crushing on n/a
  — small curly-furred blonde and tan tom with blue eyes.
  — very gentle voice and laugh
  — deals a nasty bite | large teeth
  BIOGRAPHY——— ✧
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[Pinefrost]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Shellpaw's breathless voice draws Pinepaw's attention away from her mother, giving her friend an apologetic grin and bumping her head against the others shoulder. "Sorry Shells, there jus'too much t'see." The tortoiseshell is earnest with her apology, having promised to her that she would stick close to the lilac she-cat for Pinepaw's first gathering before they had left. Dried petals laced into her friends fur make a light rustling sound, and Pinepaw lifts a paw to adjust the ones beginning to come loose, knowing how much Shellpaw liked her flowery decor.

Hey! Are you okay? An unfamiliar voice bursts above the droning chatter, earning Pinepaw's critical stare. Shellpaw's light giggle earns the same attention as Gigglepaws question, brows involuntarily scrunching slightly. What's she gigglin' about?
The sour-smelling apprentice hadn't said anything funny, in fact, Pinepaw took issue with the implication, why wouldn't Shellpaw be alright? She was there, and certainly didn't need help from what could only be a ShadowClan apprentice. " 'f course she's alright." The grumble is low, unheard as the stranger pushes the limits further by commenting on her friend's scent. Pinepaw frowns, shuffling so that she is back to brushing pelts with Shellpaw.

If Pinepaw didn't like how the conversation was going so far, Shellpaw's unprompted compliment solidified her discomfort- 'cause what? Pinepaw thought she was the one with pretty eyes, that the compliment had been reserved for her. While her friend's attention is… focused on this stranger, Pinepaw gives the ShadowClanner a proper glower. Because she's my friend. The apprentice recognized this ugly feeling in the pit of her belly, when someone did something better than her, before her. Whoever this was, Pinepaw didn't like 'em.

Before the giggling and strange complimenting can persist any further, Pinepaw neutralizes her expression and finally finds her chance to cut in. " N' who're you?" The accusatory tone isn't all that subtle, " 'cause we were kinda in the middle f'something. Could a'least introduce yourself." They weren't really, but Pinepaw wanted to go explore with Shellpaw, and this pretty eyed stranger was getting in the way of that.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

• Interacting W/ — @shellpaw @Gigglepaw (im so sorry)
  

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Gigglepaw]

The other girl says she is alright, and a grin slowly stretches across Gigglepaw's face as she takes her rambling in stride, not at all saying she was being pushy or anything like that - for the first time, Gigglepaw was worried that she might leave a bad impression, and she chalks it up to it being her first Gathering. First impressions are everything! she reminds herself, and she seems to have hit it off with this RiverClan apprentice. Her smile beams even brighter when the apprentice compliments her eyes, and suddenly Gigglepaw feels hyper-aware of her blinking.

"A bath... wow, RiverClan must be super clean, then!" Gigglepaw gasps when the girl reveals Cicadaflight's - who Gigglepaw can only assume is one of the RiverClan warriors - wisdom to her. "Wow, that makes me want to learn how to swim... then I would be as clean and pretty as you are!" She knows that could never happen - after all, who had ever heard of a ShadowClanner swimming? But the idea was appealing when she put it that way. Maybe Gigglepaw would ask Forestshade about it, anyways.

"Y'really think so?" She titters when she compliments her, bouncing a bit on her paw-pads. "That's super nice of you to say! Y'know, I think your flower petals-" Gigglepaw is interrupted by the other she-cat at the girl's side speaking up, and Gigglepaw turns that ever-bright smile on the other stranger. "Oh, that's right! I'm Gigglepaw, I'm from ShadowClan!" She let out a small laugh, and looked between the two RiverClanners. "What're your guys' names?"

The second RiverClanner says that she and the first were in the middle of something, and Gigglepaw perks up at that. "Oh, I didn't mean to intrude." she says, consciously getting herself to calm down a bit.

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• ! @shellpaw @Pinepaw ⭒

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• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[BEEFANG]

ᨒ AN EYE FOR AN EYE, A LEG FOR A LEG. A SHOT IN THE HEART DOESN'T MAKE IT UNBREAK ᨒ​

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — She pads alongside her brother as she keeps her lone eye attentive hoping that certain Windclanners wouldn't be present tonight but she decides not to care at the given moment, the young warrior recalls when she had first attended the gathering both as a freshly made apprentice and warrior. Beefang spares a glance towards her own apprentice wondering how he feels about being here with several new faces and everything's that has happened within the short span of time that Roepaw had been an apprentice. He'd be fine soon enough once time passes and mends most of his "wounds", she knows this since she's been in the same position before. Once her clan reaches Fourtrees, Beefang pauses noting the absence of Thunderclanners and a snort leaves her not caring if they were late or decided not to come at all.

The bicolored molly turns her attention to Roepaw once more as she flicks him gently with her bottlebrush tail to get his attention without speaking and her amber eye is trained onto a group of Shadowclanners, she nods in their direction before parting her jaws to speak "The cats over there are from Shadowclan." The young warrior hops that he takes note of their scent before noticing her kin interacting with an apprentice from the forementioned clan and her whiskers twitch, a brisk glance in Windclan's direction to note there isn't that many cats there either so she gives a curt nod "Go then... but don't stray too far." Beefang dismisses him only to turn away from her apprentice and her gaze focuses on the mottled fur of Sandpelt who sits by himself. He would be far more better company than anyone else here at the gathering and without hesitating, the molly makes her way over to him.

"Sandpelt." She greets solemnly before settling down near him before she glances to the rock where the leaders perch noting the absence of Howlingstar and her own deputy, she can't help but feel her lips twitching slightly as Beefang tries not to sneer or smile. "What do you think has Thunderclan running late tonight?" The bicolored molly dares to ask.

ooc - brief interaction w/ @Roepaw and interacting with @SANDPELT ; she's not closed to interactions

⡠﹞SHES NOT A BAD KID ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ BUT THEY HAD TO DO IT, SHE HAD TO CRACK﹝⠢

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DOEBLAZE]

SkyClan dips into the clearing in a thundering of pawsteps and a flurry of multicolored pelts—Doeblaze among them, Cloudypaw settled at her side, as ever. It's pleasant to see how quickly he's adjusted to Clan routine; she doesn't have to instruct him this time, for the apprentice chirps a goodbye and scurries off into the crowd all on his own. " Have fun, " she rasps almost affectionately, returning the tabby's nudge with a shoulder - bump of her own, mrrowing jokingly, " Don't leak any Clan secrets. "

Her apprentice handled, the warrior appraises the teeming mass of cats, trying to figure out where she can meander off to. She'd been thinking of chatting with Flamewhisker, catching up with one of her former journeymates ( she'd just missed her at the border a while back ), but oddly enough, ThunderClan's stout bodies are nowhere in sight. Her ever - rumpled brow furrows further, but she doesn't permit her musings to stop her actions, sturdy limbs guiding her to the edge of the pack, the air filled with a harmony of meows babbling like a clear brook over worn stones.

" Oh—sorry, " the tabby mrrows; she'd almost bumped into somebody. Clearly the tendency to get lost in her own head hadn't fully bled out of her, she notes with a bitten - back sigh as the other cat comes into focus. Her nose brings her the scent of mud and marsh - lilies mingling with open air—ShadowClan, her mind quickly pings, despite its unfamiliarity—and her eyes bring the sight of a a steady she - cat with a bristling mane of fur that reminds her faintly of Thistleback. A lush green eye appraises the scars crisscrossing the stranger's spiky pelt with unhidden appreciation—wait, is she already some kind of old soldier, admiring others' scars?

Whatever, let her have this. " Quite some scars you've got there, " she says, not unkindly—if anything, her voice bears something akin to admiration. Doeblaze nods to the open space beside @scalejaw before settling into it, managing not to sigh as her sore muscles breathed relief. She's pretty sure her own nasty ones are doing the talking as to the fact that she's not judging the other warrior ( quite the opposite ), but she clarifies anyways, " Ain't a bad thing, by the way. "

OOC : Interacting with Scalejaw but not necessarily closed to others!

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